Which lay dormant in the darkest recesses of one's heart;
Which is bounded by an impossible number of chains and locks;
Which are guarded by an unwavering wall of rationalism and pessimism.
How absurd, that such fortifications crumble dismally in the face of a mere glance - a stark reminder that one cannot be ridden of what one never wished to be deprived of in the first place.
How futile it is, to wage a war against oneself.
"My will is not as strong as it used to be".
